Illicit Permission

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The man that arrived at the Hellfire Club manor looked like a paunchy, red-bearded man in his forties. In truth this was a highly convincing illusion created by an "illusion bubble" around the man's body. Giving his birth name to the butler, Harrison Turks, rather than his alias, Boss Grey was guided into the building for his building. He took a deep, calming breath, steadying himself. He was a dangerous man who'd taken more than his share of lives, but he was not deluded. He knew the person he was about see could filet him with a thought, but this was necessary if the syndicate was going to make in-roads into the Northeast.

"Wait here. I will inform the Black Queen of your arrival."

Grey just nodded, metaphorically putting his game-face on.